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Rh Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount? Thee lastly, nuptial bowser! by me adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits?"
 * Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild:

"Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign What justly thou hast lost; nor set thy heart, Thus over fond, on that which is not thine. Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes Thy husband; him to follow thou art bound; Where he abides, think there thy native soil."
 * Adam, by this from the cold sudden damp

Recovering, and his scattered spirits returned, To Michael thus his humble words addressed:
 * "Celestial! whether among the Thrones, or named

Of them the highest, for such of shape may seem Prince above princes, gently hast thou told Thy message, which might else in telling wound, And in performing end us. What besides Of sorrow, and dejection, and despair Our frailty can sustain, thy tidings bring; Departure from this happy place, our sweet Recess, and only consolation left,